Fu Shiyan didn't know that he had been silently criticized by Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan ten thousand times in their minds.
Not until the car had passed did Fu Shiyan lower his head to look at Jiangli.
He was much taller than Jiangli.
But at that moment, the distance between them had significantly reduced; as he lowered his head, his jaw almost touched the tip of Jiangli's nose.
Fu Shiyan paused in his movements.
Jiangli also subconsciously lifted her head.
Their gazes collided.
For that instant, it seemed as though their breaths intertwined as well.
Looking into Fu Shiyan's deep, dark eyes, Jiangli suddenly felt stunned, a vague image flashing through her mind.
It disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Before Jiangli could grasp what it was, she heard Fu Shiyan's voice by her ear.
"Are you alright?"
Snapping back to reality, Jiangli shook her head, "I'm fine."
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan then helped her to stand up, "That's good to hear."